Chapter 20

Jordan didn’t have a lot of experience with sex, especially with men. But he wanted Beckett—wanted the man to hold him down and make him writhe. He hoped that’s what Beckett wanted, too. With a deliberate lick, he pulled off Beckett’s fingers, but he didn’t let go of his wrist. Instead he used his hold to gently ease Beckett closer.

“Holy fuck,” Beckett whispered and moved fast. He cradled Jordan’s face in his hands, and Jordan turned slightly and then opened his thighs so Beckett could step between. Jordan fought the urge to drop his gaze. Beckett’s eyes were filled with heat and want, and staring at it full-on was unnerving. But Jordan wanted just as much as Beckett did, and though he couldn’t understand whyBeckett did, he wasn’t going to question it.

At least not until after he’d gotten laid.